At Times When All The World Seems Fake Poem by Harriet James

At Times When All The World Seems Fake



No give, but just more take, take, take
Go back into yourself a while
And see you as that little child

Then hold her hand along the way
And stop to see that golden ray

To listen to earth's sounds, sit still
And slowly smell the fragrant trill
Of Life's own beat, its own rhythm
Bound to the heart of Love, and Him

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